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Toil away at another of your manipulation spells

Fake to your spoiling core but you think no one can tell

I’ve always seen through to the true, terrible ugly you

And to your children you said, "I’ll get you my pretties and your logical thoughts too"

Now they’re all brainwashed for life, and for truth without a clue

You built your own pedestal and now you proudly climb on top

Your mouth spews self righteous stupidity, and how I wish you’d fall

Your decayed, loose tongue has to be cut off to stop

In your own closed mind you’ve figured out the answers to it all

Don’t try to smear your toxic insanity on me

Your plastic cross is as false as you

Beyond your foggy deception I still can see

You've never been able to fool me 

Prostitute yourself as an upper class angel

But I can see you’re just a cheap devil

Everything you do is so carefully calculated

Every sentence you craft is so microscopically manipulated

And when you’re certain no one is looking you get back on your judgmental broom

Read your scripted lines to our faces, and then fly back to your deteriorating tomb

Pretend away at another day while trying to think of Godly things that you should say

Fake that smile while in denial while thinking thoughts that are so vile

I’ve always seen through to the true ugly you

And to your children you said, "I’ll get you my pretties and your logical thoughts too"

Now they’re all brainwashed for life, and for truth without a clue

Call many gluttons while you eat yourself dead

Convict those of ignorance when intelligence lacks in your head

Look at all the weak minds you’ve wickedly charmed

Accuse those of blasphemy while you inflict painful, hateful harm

Every good deed is just done by you to look down on other people

Your weapon of choice is the book filled with pages of man-made fables

Tortured slow from your endless, mindless blithering

Under the weight of your foolishness your cheap pedestal is withering

Into your dilapidated, black cauldron you stare

In your eyes a holier than thou glare

Away from someone like you is where I belong

I have known you were truly a wicked witch all along

Every good deed you do is just so at others your finger you can shake

One as fake as you deserves to be burned slowly to ash at the stake

By Adam Keith McElwain

Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry